I'm a modern day shakespeare wid no fear/ all i need is 9 to 10 beers/ i don't fight wid automatics thats for pussy's to end careers/ i use words and the occasional head and fist especially when i see the red mist/ But whenever i grab the mic i do the biz/ While you sit there covered in jizz/ Readin my words im givin you subliminal messages........

time is ticking like timex
wondering if im next
my freestyles
calm your nerves,
consentual mind sex.
the talent displays
stays for days,
in ways that amaze.
but they cant get enough,
they love this
rhyming stuff.
quick punch lines,
simultaneous sincopations.
is what happens,
when big fresh,
enters the equation.

momented like slang shots pick up dust and bust cops
overpass and drop blocks to brick cities and knock locks
crashin tha habitats and havin it ats ya from ya bitches tops
bounce her titties while she jimmies the riches off my cock
pimp slappin and clappin g-spots ya mama docks the clocks
as my big hand connects up to the crotch like the time don't stop
my mind got alot of rhyme to plot hot frekeystyle wild until my juice exiled or caught
let loose like it or not my height at sight draw jaws and droors to the floors
I panty raid whores that want to explore, and I get to the core
score more sores like a body tag to they pours with doggy bags on they main course
slam like nut butter and jam sandwiches
don't dodge but I ram asses with 2 grand ams and a cutlass

Linguistics-iz-twisted-writz-n-Sick-Shit-addicted-rippin-whippin-wit-this-Spit-i'm-Mixin, Relaxin-lyrix-refractin-the-action fatal attraction-rappin-grabbin-a-pen-again, my multiple-sylliable-luvin-tha-Realest-flow,-Kill-a-foe,-illest-to-Deal-wit-hoes, Complex-context-that-contacts, the lyrical-feelin-ur-spiritual,-Miracles-in-the-physical,-Miserable, find it Difficult,-Get-it-rip-it-hit-tha-slutz, n Respect-tha-ladies, not tha onez who chase cause they Detect-mercedes...

you came catatonic demonic kryptonic get ill like vomit after ten gin and tonics flow supersonic don't smoke chronic cause it's idiotic clock toc tic tic toc got no glok just a notebook full of buckshot walkin on my block hear a gun shot hit the hot spot wipe my nose-snot-what i got aint a whole lot but i'm top notch when i rock a soap box call me goldie locks i;m white like tube socks sell ya enron stocks ride out rough like worn shocks...
shit!

my appearance i swallow,
Digest it, shit it in grasses, watch it fertalize the masses,
amazement they watch, tears droppin as shattered glasses
they gaze, studying with precise vision is the masses
the stature, learning whose the fattest
like sumo wrestlers compared to anorexics
when i kick what i bust
drop weight on those that lack anytype of gut
and wanna throw rhymes up-but can't flow at all
vast aire gave the report bilemic emcees need cholestoral
and if not, I stop there style thats never hot
Choosing to flow like bloodrivers but my styles the clot

peace

these unfinished rhymes need to take a back seat
until they've been critiqued only then can they come back next week
they've been left too long in the washer and they're starting to reek
this you will find is something you need to seek

freepost hahahahaha

i'm possibly first pausin your bith causin your death poppin your vest heart out your chest cardi arrest

shit that flows is shit that shows
n grows to become bold n sold
not cold ready to enlarge n mold
into something better it flows so soft n smooth like a feather
it comes like hard weather n rain spits joy n pain
next level comes fame no shame ready to remain
the same fer years dispite the fears down a few beers to get ur heart pumpin somethin like a speaker bumpin ready to spit the fly wack shit take ur feelings ur anger out on it if ur that good u can count on it just keep thinkin shit that keeps sinkin in ur brain maintane ur thought process no stopin this toppin this rockin this like a boat that unstopable the impossible 8000 foot phenominal
boat floatin into space the race to displace fate this has been NUTCASE

these leaves get twisted//
shits wicked wit conspicuious sick shit//
get ripped off volatile liquids//
continous biohazard sayin die-slow-bastard//
wit chapters i capture and skills i master to bring down my rapture//
flyin debris give ya skull a deep fracture//
questions that teach lessons when asked//
grab smith-n-wessons to blast//
preps speakin too fast only good for there ass//
lickin my nuts in between class//
in tha ass she feels pain//
i skip class to toke bang//love hearin her scream my name//definatly cant complain.